prince and his shield

8.

It didn't take much time or evidence to establish that Roy wanted to run away, because he never went out at night.

In addition, it didn't take too much time to find him.Because Rogers knew him too well.If he goes, he will definitely go to church.He will tell God about everything, including how many candies he ate today.

He would not fail to tell God about such a big matter of running away from home.

Roy was caught up by Rogers not long after he left the church.

"Where are you going?" Rogers' body pressure was extremely low.

Roy subconsciously took a step back.Rogers noticed his reaction, closed his eyes, and quickly adjusted his expression.

"I have to go." Roy puffed his cheeks.

Rogers raised his hand and pressed his forehead: "Where are you going?"

"I'm not sure."

Rogers was silent for a long time: "Why?"

He was very sure that he would never do anything out of the ordinary.Even after realizing that he had developed an almost admiring feeling for Roy, he rarely looked at him.But now he was not sure.

Bucky is right.It is difficult for Roy to survive outside by himself.If he can't accept it, he can leave.

It's just that Roy can't be alone.He was very scared. Once this person left, he would get news that he was dead or suffered some serious injury.

"You want me to leave." Roy snapped his fingers.

Rogers, whose heart was high, couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief: "I don't remember saying such a thing." He was so annoyed by Roy's troubles before, and he said it when he lost control of his emotions, but that Also just talking.

"...I know." Roy showed a trace of grievance, "You want to stay away from me. I caused serious problems."

Rogers' heart that had just been let go slowly lifted again.

Roy looked at him, gradually showing some doubts: "I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?" Rogers approached him slowly.

"I know you like me. I like it very much. I like it so much that it seems that I can do everything for me." Roy wrinkled his face, "But I don't understand why this makes you feel great pain and makes you want to stay away from me .

You left me wondering what to do. "

Rogers stopped, breathing out of time.He clenched his hands gradually, and looked straight at Roy, as if he was trying to suppress something.

"Rogers, I like you too." Roy thought of something, "But, at the same time, I can also feel great pain. Why? Does this mean that we are sick at the same time?"

There was an inexplicable terrifying vibration in Rogers' mind, and his Adam's apple rolled: "What do you mean by liking?"

Roy couldn't think of how to say: "Like it is like it."

Rogers felt that he was going crazy, but he still took a few steps and grabbed Roy's wrist: "Come home with me."

Roy didn't really want to run away from home, but was dragged away, so he followed.

Enter the house, lock the door.Rogers didn't let go of Roy's hand: "What do you mean by liking?"

Roy wrinkled his face and muttered: "I like it, I like it."

"What kind of like?" Rogers stared into his eyes.

"Are there many other kinds of liking?" Roy wondered.

"Do you like Bucky?" Rogers took his luck and told himself not to worry.

Roy nodded.

"Is there a difference between liking him and liking me?" Rogers stared closely at Roy's face, for fear of missing any change.

Roy was silent for a moment: "...Yes."

"What kind of difference?" Rogers' heart was pounding.

"I don't like everything about him." Roy thought for a while.

"That means you like all of me?" Rogers grinned.

"...Actually, it's not." Roy frowned.

"Then, what's the difference?"

Roy wanted to scratch his head, but his hand was held by Rogers: "It just feels like the part of you that I don't like is acceptable."

Rogers felt that his patience was quickly disappearing, and he urgently needed a more intuitive move to verify his wild guess.

He reached out and pulled the person closer, slowly, little by little, giving Roy enough time to push himself away, or simply slap himself, or something else.But Roy simply watched his movements as if wondering what he was going to do.

Rogers pursed his lips, short of breath, closed his eyes, and kissed Roy's mouth hard.

Roy blinked a few times and stood still.

Rogers was quickly overwhelmed by regret and excitement.He was so stiff that he couldn't move, and he didn't dare to open his eyes to see Roy's reaction.

Roy waited for a while and couldn't help licking it.

Rogers retreated as quickly as if he had been burned, knocked down the shelf behind him with a 'bang', and the books stacked on it fell to the ground.

He went to pick it up in a hurry, but didn't pick up anything.

He didn't dare to look at Roy: "This...well, I don't mean anything else. It's just..."

Roy touched his mouth: "Does this world kiss?"

Rogers looked up at him sharply.

There was no discomfort or rejection on Roy's face, he just looked at him with dark eyes.

"...Yes. This is a kiss." Rogers mustered up his courage, "I remember I told you. Kissing can only be between people who like each other, only between lovers or lovers.

It's a very private thing.Moreover, this must not happen between uncles and nephews.

At least, between our uncles and nephews in this grade.It's not..." Normal.

The last two words were swallowed by Rogers. For some reason, he didn't want to use such words to explain to Roy.

"Does that mean we are lovers or lovers or lovers?" Roy tilted his head.

Rogers heard something explode in his head.

"I like this." Roy felt it carefully for a while, with his hands behind his back, his toes raised, and his body shaking, "It makes me feel very comfortable. I don't feel any pain anymore."

Rogers was dumbfounded.

"Can I stay?" Roy looked at Rogers expectantly.

Rogers couldn't react, and said dryly, "...Of course."

"I'm hungry. I haven't eaten all day, but I just want to eat now." Roy touched his stomach and reached out to pull Rogers, "Can you make me pancakes?"

Rogers responded mechanically and turned to the kitchen.

After blowing up two pots and almost igniting a fire, he said to Roy, "...we...now, what?"

Roy was starved: "Lover?"

Rogers grabbed the shovel in his hand and walked back to the kitchen with a feeling of being at a loss and dreaming.

After a while, he turned out again: "Lover? Do you know what this means?"

"I know. Bucky and you both told me?" Roy urged him to cook.

Roger brought out a plate of things that he didn't know what the original appearance was: "...Sorry."

Roy patted him on the shoulder considerately: "It's okay. I also think cooking is a matter of luck."

Rogers sat at the table and ate what he had made.After staring at the empty plate for a long time, he said, "Roy..."

"Ok?"

"You don't mind being my lover... well, lover or something?" Rogers' tone was close to doubting life.

"You like me, and I like you too." Roy made himself some cereal, "Also, the change in our relationship makes me very happy."

Rogers was in a daze, and it took him a while to react.

Today's Valentine's Day, he successfully demoted his little uncle into his lover.

This is the craziest thing he has ever done in his life.

Soon, he knew he could be even crazier.

Rogers still felt like he was dreaming when he received the paperwork for passing the medical examination.Looking at the qualified seal on it, he walked home in a daze.

After walking for a while, he passed by the door of the antique shop again, where he had figured out when to go to work and when to leave, and when the boss would nap behind the counter.

He stared at the signboard for a while, and after a long time, he touched the permission document on his chest, pushed the door open and entered the store.

Hanging at the door is a very old copper bell with a nice sound.

"Good evening." Rogers greeted the boss lying behind the counter reading a newspaper.

The boss looked at him from behind the glasses, shook the newspaper on his hand, and directly quoted a price.

Rogers froze for a moment: "I haven't..."

The boss got up, and dug out a box from a pile of messy cabinet windows, which contained a pair of rings.The ring was set with very small cut dark green and black gemstones, and Rogers didn't know if they were stones or what.

The reason why this pair of rings caught his attention is because...these pair of rings are a pair of men's rings.

The style is simple, and the silver ring setting has signs of being old or really old.At a glance, Rogers memorized them.

After that, he passed by here many times and watched it countless times.

Never went into the store.

Rogers caught the box thrown by the boss in a panic, and took a deep breath: "Oh...you know..."

The boss shook the newspaper and repeated the price he had just quoted.

"Okay." Rogers took out his pocket, and then paused, "Oh, wait for me for a while! A while!"

He quickly ran out to find an ATM or a bank.

The boss, the old god, was lying on the chair, as if he didn't care at all about Rogers taking out the box.

Rogers hurried back to the store and put the box on the counter: "Sorry, I'll be right back! Wait a minute!"

The boss finally gave him a look, seeing that he was out of breath and about to have an asthma attack: "No rush. No one needs them except you."

Rogers forced a smile and left in a hurry.

After getting the ring, Rogers opened the box, touched it, and smiled.Then put the ring in the innermost pocket and put it away.

Exhaling, he strode home.

Roy is having an unexpected guest.He didn't like this guest, but his nature made it impossible for him to put a straight face on others and drive him away.

High-cheekboned, snake-eyed Crowley had his legs slung across the table, his snakeskin boots a little in the air.

"What do you want to eat?" Roy looked at him.

"No." Crowley yawned and rubbed his nose.

Roy looked at him silently.

"Oh, I forgot." Crowley looked at his face, and put his feet down as if he had just remembered, "You can call me Crowley. As you can see, I'm a demon. "

Roy hummed.

"I'm here this time mainly to tell you." Crowley cleared his throat, "You are the first angel to show a tendency to fall in nearly ten thousand years. Congratulations!"

Roy wrinkled his face: "No, you made a mistake."

"No, that's right. I was woken from my sleep for that. I can never be mistaken."

"I'm not corrupt." Roy looked at him dissatisfied.

"Yeah, you didn't. You just had that tendency. My job is to trick you into falling faster." Crowley forced a smile.

Roy stood up: "I will not accept your temptation. Your job is to seduce humans."

"You are now." Crowley shrugged.

Roy was stunned: "Please go out. I don't welcome you."

Crowley pursed his lips: "OK." He took a few steps outside and gave a long hum, "It seems that I don't need to work too hard. I look forward to seeing you next time." He smiled meaningfully.

Rogers also opened the door, and he only felt an evil wind blowing from the room.He stood for a while inexplicably, then greeted Roy with a smile: "Guess what happened today?"

Roy was absent-minded and forced a smile: "I don't feel very well, can I go to bed early."

"Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?"

"No, it's not." Roy looked at him and bit his mouth.

"Then, wait for a while, I have some news to tell you." Rogers solemnly took out the documents and the small box from his arms.He put his hands on two things and slowly pushed them to Roy.